She didn't believe in disturbing sleeping boys as a rule, but she picked this one right out of his bed and carried him, half smothered with kisses, to her rocking-chair, and sat down to laugh and cry over him and kiss him. Only half awake he was at last, still grasping the big orange that Hannah had given him, when mamma, giving him more kisses, said:
"Dear little brave boy, will you forgive mamma for all the sorrow of this afternoon?"
Then he rubbed his eyes and looked at her wonderingly, and patted her cheek, and said:
"You mean you will forgive me? You will, won't you? I truly didn't mean to get wet and dirty."
How many kisses do you suppose he had then? As for Mrs. Sullivan, she hasn't found enough yet to do for Rollo, though she keeps doing nice little things all the time.
[NOBLE AND TRICKSY.]
TWO dogs they were, and I am about to tell you a true story concerning them. Tricksy belonged to little Robbie Parker, and was one of the nicest dogs I ever knew. Robbie thought so; he came to his mother almost every night with a fresh story of the fellow's goodness.
"It is a pity he has such a dishonorable name," the mother said. "I don't like tricky people."
"O, mamma!" would Robbie say. "He is only a dog; but then I know he wouldn't do any thing mean."
In the course of time, Robbie's older brother Nelson, became the owner of the wickedest looking little dog that over yelped. If you want to know just how he looked, here is his picture.